Malinda's voice echoed through the study-the lady's study was quite spacious. Aside from a long desk measuring three meters by two and a matching sofa and coffee table, even with ample bookshelves lining the walls, a raised voice still echoed through the room, especially from where Malinda was sitting.
Clearly, this was a special architectural or decorative technique.
Its purpose was to emphasize the owner's authority.
Through Muninn's eyes, Arthur scanned the curves at the corners of the study's ceiling and two specially made hanging ornaments, then fixed his gaze on Edwin.
The young "Medium" was also curious about what news had put that expression on the coachman's face.
Everyone had a curious streak!
Who didn't love a juicy bit of gossip?
Under Malinda's gaze, Edwin took several deep breaths before finally mustering the courage to speak-
"Someone just started spreading a rumor, saying...
You're a 'plaything' Mr. Arthur Credos put forward to draw South Los's attention!"
After speaking, Edwin shut his eyes, bracing himself for his mistress's furious rebuke.
But more than ten seconds passed without anything happening. The coachman opened his eyes and discovered, to his astonishment, that his mistress wasn't the least bit angry. Instead, she was smiling.
Was... was the shock too much for her?
That was what Edwin thought.
But when Malinda waved her hand, the coachman immediately withdrew from the study.
And as soon as the study door closed, Malinda could no longer contain herself.
"Ha ha ha!"
Her laughter was thoroughly delighted, but it grated on Arthur's ears.
There were bad people in South Los!
He hadn't done a thing, yet somehow he was taking the blame!
On the surface, this rumor cast Malinda in the contemptible role of a "plaything." But if a "plaything" could achieve everything the Lady of the Long